Curious things, these cat biscuits. I was first alerted of their presence a few months ago when my boyfriend discovered them in the cookie jar at work. Since then he has made it his mission to get his hands on every possible one so that he can give them to me (don’t ask me why, I don’t see the resemblance I have to the feline species, either!). There have been several failed attempts though, which include smashing them to bits in his pocket by walking into his desk and, of course, absent mindedly eating them all (haha) but he finally succeeded on the 20th of August, 2009 when he greeted me with an Aon envelope. I love surprises and was delighted to find 6 of the very cat biscuits he had been giving me weekly updates on (3 have been eaten, since then).

Got this funny message from him on Tuesday:

“The plot thickens, just checked our unopened arnott’s classic biscuit assortment boxes and there are no cat biscuits. Which raises the questions; where did they come from? and from whom? Hmmm.. Damn those cats!”

Funny boy!